It's safe in the city, to love in a doorwayTo wrangle some screens from the doorAnd isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger?Like a portrait in flesh, who trails on a leashWill you see that I'm scared and I'm lonely?So I'll break up my room, and yawn and IRun to the centre of thingsWhere the knowing one says

CHORUSBoys, boys, its a sweet thingBoys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thingIf you want it, boys, get it here, thing'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing

I'm glad that you're older than meMakes me feel important and freeDoes that make you smile, isn't that me?I'm in your way, and I'll steal every momentIf his trade is a curse, then I'll bless youAnd turn to the crossroads, and hamburgers, and

CHORUS _____________________CandidateDavid Bowie

I'll make you a deal, like any other candidateWe'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your future's at stakeMy set is amazing, it even smells like a streetThere's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friendSomeone scrawled on the wall "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses"Who wrote up scandals in other barsI'm having so much fun with the poisonous peopleSpreading rumours and lies and stories they made upSome make you sing and some make you screamOne makes you wish that you'd never been seenBut there's a shop on the corner that's selling papier MacheMaking bullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius ClayIf you want it, boys, get it here, thingSo you scream out of line"I want you! I need you! Anyone out there? Any time?"Three butch little number whines "Hey dirty, I want youWhen it's good, it's really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces"If you want it, boys, get it here, thingWell, on the street where you live I could not hold up my headFor I put all I have in another bedOn another floor, in the back of a carIn the cellar like a church with the door ajarWell, I guess we've must be looking for a different kindBut we can't stop trying 'til we break up our minds'Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knightsWho press you on the ground while shaking in frightI guess we could cruise down one more timeWith you by my side, it should be fineWe'll buy some drugs and watch a bandThen jump in the river holding hands

_________________Sweet Thing (reprise)David Bowie

If you want it, boys, get it here thing'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing

Is it nice in your snow storm, freezing your brain?Do you think that your face looks the same?

Then let it be, it's all I ever wantedIt's a street with a deal, and a tasteIt's got claws, it's got me, it's got you